Sacred Hill

Miscellaneous

"I've sat on Rosebury with many a bard
Whose harp-strings, once so musical, are mute
On earth for ever : we full well did suit
Each other, in congenial regard
For the loved landscape here unfurled to view.
Yonder towers Guisboro's fine old ruined Arch,
Memento of the Past - our onward march
Mark'd by yon blast furnaces ; churches not a few,
Towns, farmsteads, rivers, fields of every hue -
As grass and corn, and fallow - and o'er all
The watchet ocean ; prospects that ne'er shall pall
Upon one's taste : the picture is ever new.
We may roam far and wide before we see
A finer sight than here from Rosebury."